Gun Speak

Gun Speak Lyrics by Silencio Barnes

Act 1 Scene 1: You think I sleep
You breathe you speak some shit to me
Next scene you bleed then cease to be
Your team can preach your history

One scope one beam and a chance to squeeze
One shot to the throat disconnect your scream
Stick a knife to your hopes and dissect your dreams
Turn your life into memories

In a crowd broad day I’ll bang the heat
Down a dark hallway I’ll drag your feet
Through a dark doorway, here have a seat
Then I use my tools to divide your meat

No vest no chest no chance to flee
I’ll leave your thoughts leaking on your jeans
I’ll leave your corpse on a stranger’s feet
And leave your soul on a gentle breeze

The gun speak steel cheeks blow out heat
Turn your brains into lunchmeat all out beef
You turn dinner scrap bleed you cook then eat
Feed you to the beast then digest your meat

Forever gunplay the tech spit any given Sunday
The restless die over money
The reckless die being dummies
Direct hits from the 9 leave em ugly and so unlovely

Ain’t shit sweet or funny, whole clips
From the chamber into your tummy, hold this
Connected like gin and rummy
The best shit since the last time I dicked down your newest bunny

I can leave you bleeding sonny,  masked up
I can leave you broke and bummy, tough luck
You a thug when  you with your homies, get stuck
Then you change like cutie honey, ya dumb fuck

Where that army you claim as company
A bunch youngins, like plants all they do is stay green and hungry
Like ants with no queen or country
Ya’ll work towards nothing then die underneath the sunbeam

The gun speak steel cheeks blow out heat
Turn your brains into lunchmeat all out beef
You turn dinner scrap bleed you cook then eat
Feed you to the beast then digest your meat

I beg you please stop running your lips
Cause when your lips run the shells come run in your flesh

You don’t want it with this
I’ll leave your mama with a memory and fatherless kids

You’se a no-name nigga
No games hold flames propane spitter

Hoop ride whipper
My bitch by my side with the two 9’s  gripped up

I paint a better picture
Colors so vibrant you see it more clearer
My niggas still riding the beef more thicker
Stab it with a fork, watch it bleed done deal him

Watch him real close if he breathe cold kill him
Believe when I say that the green come quicker
I needs me a K that’ll spray whole cliqs up
A beam to your face or the hawk through your liver

Inebriated microphone fiend that delivers
Bar after bar so hot that I shiver
One click of the razor leave you scarred and disfigured
Squeeze clips never wake up you’ll be fondly remembered

The gun speak steel cheeks blow out heat
Turn your brains into lunchmeat all out beef
You turn dinner scrap bleed you cook then eat
Feed you to the beast then digest your meat

©2007 by Silencio Barnes – All Rights Reserved

About Gun Speak by Silencio Barnes

Like a lot of the songs that make up DaEvolution Mixtape, this one came about as an experiment. I wanted to take these old lyrics (can’t you tell I was young when I wrote this stuff 😉 and a beat that I made myself and put em together. The beat was called the Work Out Beat, because I could imagine doing reps to it :))

This song is pretty ignorant and negative, but, that’s just an indication of where I’m from and where my mind was when I wrote the words. The chorus is the result of an unfinished rhyme I started. When I was going through the old scraps of paper looking for lyrics that all fit the same theme more or less, these are the ones I found. A lot of the lines were incomplete and I added some here and there to fill them out to a proper 16 bars.

As an example…or bonus (if you choose to think of it that way) here are a few of the lyrics that came up but didn’t make the cut when I put the track together back in 07 or 08:

They call me Silent Nalij, the key of life is to live

Small caskets at the wake cause you ain’t watching your kids

Fully armed, body targets, take a life do the  bid

Call collect to the crib and brag about what you did

Sick and I’m fed automatics filled up with lead

Cock back aim and shoot and take the head off a fed

Hope they don’t jam cause the red’s sweeter when spread

From your head to your ribs bitch onto your legs

…yea :))